[ He doesn't even know how he'd intended to cap off that demand, and it doesn't matter anyway; Fuuta's words peter off into a shuddering exhale when he feels Kiritsubo shifts beneath him. Even now, that dizzying pleasure still roils in his veins, threatening to push him over the edge at any moment, and it takes him another moment of focus -- eye squeezed shut, jagged teeth biting at his own lip hard enough to hurt a little as he counts back from twenty in multiples of three -- to pull himself back from that brink. His body's still pull taut with tension, his cock twitching sharply inside her when he opens his eye to look at her once more, but at least he manages to pull back properly for the next thrust. ]
S'not what I mean, okay. [ Case in point, Fuuta does stiffly unlatch his hand from around her wrist to fist into the bedsheets instead. See? He's not being a controlling asshole or anything. He's not that sort of trash. His grip is pale-knuckled, arm shaking a little as he pushes back into the heat of her body, and Fuuta puffs out a rasping breath before finding words again. ] Just. Needed a moment. You're so needy.
[ Oh. Saying that out loud is a little embarrassing, actually, like it's an admission that he'd almost let himself go? Fuuta's face somehow manages to flush even hotter, and a little growl of frustration rumbles from deep in his throat; it's expelled alongside a thin smattering of embers as he jerkily thrusts into her again. ]
You can do what you want, alright.
[ And to further prove that see, he's a perfectly accommodating partner, Fuuta leans in with his next thrusts to catch her lips in a kiss. The flush of salamander heat through his veins renders his lips and tongue hot, much hotter than a normal humans, and that kiss comes sweltering with each lash of his tongue against hers, jagged teeth catching against her lip in a hungry bite. Not enough to hurt, but enough to come across as demanding and hungry, accompanied by a sharp jolt of the hips. The bed creaks beneath them with Fuuta shifts his weight on his knees, leaning in closer to better hike Kiritsubo's weight against his hips; the change in position lets him reach a little deeper inside of her, and when Fuuta pulls away from the kiss, his next ragged exhale is accompanied by a short puff of flames.
Fuck. How long is he supposed to last? Does he just need to hold out until she comes first? Hopefully that won't take long. Already, his stomach's starting to ache a bit from the strain of holding back. ]
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[ He doesn't even know how he'd intended to cap off that demand, and it doesn't matter anyway; Fuuta's words peter off into a shuddering exhale when he feels Kiritsubo shifts beneath him. Even now, that dizzying pleasure still roils in his veins, threatening to push him over the edge at any moment, and it takes him another moment of focus -- eye squeezed shut, jagged teeth biting at his own lip hard enough to hurt a little as he counts back from twenty in multiples of three -- to pull himself back from that brink. His body's still pull taut with tension, his cock twitching sharply inside her when he opens his eye to look at her once more, but at least he manages to pull back properly for the next thrust. ]
S'not what I mean, okay. [ Case in point, Fuuta does stiffly unlatch his hand from around her wrist to fist into the bedsheets instead. See? He's not being a controlling asshole or anything. He's not that sort of trash. His grip is pale-knuckled, arm shaking a little as he pushes back into the heat of her body, and Fuuta puffs out a rasping breath before finding words again. ] Just. Needed a moment. You're so needy.
[ Oh. Saying that out loud is a little embarrassing, actually, like it's an admission that he'd almost let himself go? Fuuta's face somehow manages to flush even hotter, and a little growl of frustration rumbles from deep in his throat; it's expelled alongside a thin smattering of embers as he jerkily thrusts into her again. ]
You can do what you want, alright.
[ And to further prove that see, he's a perfectly accommodating partner, Fuuta leans in with his next thrusts to catch her lips in a kiss. The flush of salamander heat through his veins renders his lips and tongue hot, much hotter than a normal humans, and that kiss comes sweltering with each lash of his tongue against hers, jagged teeth catching against her lip in a hungry bite. Not enough to hurt, but enough to come across as demanding and hungry, accompanied by a sharp jolt of the hips. The bed creaks beneath them with Fuuta shifts his weight on his knees, leaning in closer to better hike Kiritsubo's weight against his hips; the change in position lets him reach a little deeper inside of her, and when Fuuta pulls away from the kiss, his next ragged exhale is accompanied by a short puff of flames.
Fuck. How long is he supposed to last? Does he just need to hold out until she comes first? Hopefully that won't take long. Already, his stomach's starting to ache a bit from the strain of holding back. ]